I never knew that to some people, 'looking for work' == 'being a hooker', but apparently so:
“I just thot you might like some feedback from someone else w/ a lotta time on their hands. The Welsh emphasis caught my eye, tho I would imagine you're much better at singing than Geology. I was saddened (a little) to learn yu are looking for work, because it seems so universal & a lesbian I met yesterday, looked for work (she claims) only went to hooking to make ends meet. Around here, (mtns of North Carolina), there are tons, no wait, tonnes of young people looking for work, I think. They carry skate bds, and wear raggedy clothes, & appear to be unbathed, but you appear more employable in yr picture, I am past employment, soon to be 74 yrs, retired in '94 but if I hear of anything, you may be among the 1st to know.
“I don't think hooker is a good option.”
I'm touched that one of my readers, somewhere out there on the hinternet, felt moved enough by my plight to email me this caution, but can I just make it clear that on any blog posts or websites wherein I may have said 'I'm looking for work' I don't mean 'give me enough money and I'll shag you'. I mean, I'm a freelance, and I'm open to offers.
Oh, wait, that sounds worse…
The funny thing about burning out is that in the past, I was never alert enough to see it happening. I suffered dreadful burnout after my start-up died, two years ago. For nine months, watching my business slowly disintegrate put more stress on me than I've ever felt before. The day I gave up, the day I knew it was dead, brought no real release or feelings of relief, just dread and numbness. It took me a good six months of near-hibernation for me to be able to function again on any level other than the totally superficial.
This weekend has been a bit of a warning shot across my bows, I think. I've been existing recently on generally not enough sleep, not enough food, with too much adrenaline, travel and stress. By the time I got to OpenTech, I could feel myself starting to slip a little into the semi-comatose state of the nearly burnt, and yesterday my hibernation instinct kicked right in – I slept twelve hours Saturday night, (which unfortunately meant my sleep last night was a bit buggered so I'm less rested today than I would have liked).
I have to get through the next few days, but after Wednesday I am going to basically shut down for a week, and do only essential work and nothing else. It's the closest I'll get to a holiday for a few months, but it'll be enough to forestall complete exhaustion.
